Welcome, Froggy!
The MMP might have come too early, but actual Monday damn sure came too early. Wah!
So are we accepting this as the MMP for this week?
This may have caused me to lose the will to live.
Whaddaya mean the inlaws were no problem? That cannot be–there had to be SOME sideways glance, some muttered remark, some drama fer Chrissakes!
You can so tell that Sean is a boy. :rolleyes:
Hello, there, froggy --how does it feel to be older than everyone?(by a day, anyway)–you’ll die before us, too.
(the above is a joke, I am in a smartass mood today)
I am also gunning for any and all males, ages 7-43. SOMEBODY put a can of pop in the freezer, which exploded at some point this weekend.
All 3 males, ages 7-43 turned their baby blues on me, opened them wide and denied all knowledge of such a heinous activity. Hmmph. Like I was born yesterday…the mess is not attractive or easy to clean up. All males, ages 7-43 admired the rip in the pop can–basically said can is eviscerated.
It’s 0800 and I have one load of laundry going, have cleaned the litter box, running the dishwasher, made school lunch, and set up the de-humidifier (dayum, but it rained here over the weekend!). It’s 60 outside and nice. I am WELL–yahoo! and today is CLEAN and WORKOUT day.
Heh. The sun has risen upon a new day. The MMP has been posted. I for one appreciate the irony of the unhijackable thread being hijacked by this brash young Jedi.
Oh, no you don’t! All this means is that you have to do NEXT week, so get writin’! 
froggy, you realize now you have an obligation to accept some [del]crappy[/del], erm, unusual home furnishing and must send chocolate to fairychatmom cause she’s nice, dammit?
riggs, I recommend torture. Otherwise, they will all stick together and deny, deny, deny.
I had an okay weekend. At least it was warm. Not as sunny as I’d hoped.
I did not sleep well last night. Too many wake-ups. Now I’m tired and cranky.
Tupug
I took my first Sunday beach hike of the new year yesterday. It was gorgeous out, and even the Chesapeake Bay was a nice greenish blue instead of the more typical yucky brown.
I’m sporting a farmer’s burn complete with raccoon eyes today.
Remember the story last summer about the old coot who tried to pick me up? I ran into him again yesterday, and he went nuts when he saw the svelter me. Sorry, I’m still not interested, even though I was flattered once again…
Morning, everybody! I have returned from the depths of bronchitis. Ick. It remains to be seen whether there will be repercussions for the way I left work on Friday. (I finished my work at 11:00, dropped a doctor’s note on my boss’ desk, and said “See ya.”) As most of you already know, I don’t give a damn one way or the other. 
Yesterday, I was supposed to have lunch with Spats, but … well, there was difficulty all around. I waited for about twenty minutes and became convinced that I had messed up and was supposed to meet him at noon and not one, and I left to rush home and send an apologetic e-mail about five minutes before he arrived after missing his bus. Alas, it was not meant to be this week, but we’re trying again on Sunday.
Roomie dragged me out to Ikea on Saturday. shudder I am never going there again. It’s like a big Swedish maze with comfy pillows strewn all about. Once you’re in, you have to go all the way around and through all the fake rooms before they’ll let you out. And they don’t let people over 4’6" in the ball pit. Missed it by six inches.
I spent most of the weekend, though, playing computer games. I bought a CSI game that I finished up pretty quick, once I figured out how to use the damn fingerprint powder. Then I played a game based on Agatha Christie’s And Then There Were None. Time-consuming. And sometimes ridiculous. I came upon a wall of thorns I couldn’t get through, and two goats standing nearby who (according to my character) looked hungry. It turns out, I had to go to the orchard, pick up a bunch of rotten apples, go back to the house, into the kitchen, find a filter for the fruit press (which I happened to have handy–one of those unlimited inventory if-you-can-pick-it-up-you-need-it things), put the apples in, find a propeller on a mini-sub abandoned in a secret passage/grotto below the house, then use the propeller to operate the fruit press, take the resulting cider, throw it on the thorns, and the goats will eat them for me.
I ask you, what the hell is that all about? And yes, I cheated. The hint sheet I found said “This is the most random thing I’ve ever seen.” No kidding.
I suppose I should get to work now. And welcome, Frogger, happy Tuesday to you.
It has MMP in the title. It must be accepted. It’s in the rule book here somewhere… :: flips pages ::
Ah, here it is: Section III Article 2 Paragraph 6 Subparagraph IV:
So it’s legit. Welcome, Frogger!
Now we can commence with debating over whether s/he’s the actual Frogger champion or whether that title rightfully belongs to Nigel Smythe-Harrington of Derby…
<yawn> Ooo it cannot be Monday. I’m too tired. It rained all weekend and I didn’t get to nap. I have the Sinus Headache That Wouldn’t Die and my raccoon eyes are from the dark circles of no-sleepihood. <yawn>
Good News Department: Today I’m wearing a pair of pants that I haven’t been able to squeeze myself into since early 2004. So: Yay.
That’s all I got.
G’morning all. We’ve got a new location for the wedding now (the old location went out of business). Yay! It’s a quaint inn in a wonderfully quaint little New England town. Just exactly what we were looking for. I think it’ll be beautiful at Christmas. Everyone was so friendly, and since it’s the off season, it’ll be pretty inexpensive. I’m really excited.
We watched Casablanca on Saturday night since **KeithT **had never seen it. Great movie.
The rest of the weekend… well, let’s just say the description is not fit for a PG-rated MMP. Ah, the good times in a long distance relationship!
2 things:
- who says the MMP is PG? I could go a bit PG-13, and even R, depending…
- You’ll always have Paris.
Good morning one and all and welcome frogger.
I’m back at work, to a mailbox on the PC that has exceeded it’s limit, and a ton of crap to go along with the e-mails that did come through. Sigh…
It’ll get better, it has to.
That said, the sun is out and it’s beautiful outside right now. They say rain is going to move in, but I’m focusing on the sun. Well, the memory of the sun. I don’t have windows in my office; so I’ll just pretend.
Where’s our illustrious swampy? Yoo-hoo! Come out, come out wherever you are!
We saw The Libertine over the weekend. Mr. Taters and I really enjoyed it. It’s kind of…different, but I enjoyed it all the same.
One of my son’s friends spent ALL weekend at my house. He arrived on Friday evening to spend one night. He ended up spending Saturday night with us too, and didn’t go home until around 8:00 pm last night. He’s a good kid, I didn’t mind too much. But, I could tell that my son was very ready for him to go home.
Speaking of my son, he’s been invited to join the Junior National Honor Society. I’m so proud of him. We have to attend a meeting later this month about it. He’s also picked up applications to take all honors classes next hour. I’m proud that he’s pushing himself like this. He’s a smart kid and I’m so pleased to see him take an interest in his education and in improving himself. He’s only in 7th grade, I hope it keeps up.
I better do some work now. It’s what they pay me to do after all.
ok - NOW it’s Monday (consarnit) I’ve had an infusion of caffeine and I seem to operating within expected parameters, in spite of having one of the worst weekends in a long time. (I wonder, do I have **Drae ** to thank for that? )
Welcome, Frogger, to where the cool kids hang. So, how’s the weather that side of the Pacific?
Well, I jut came back from the bathroom, and I checked. I am still a boy.
The Boy-Husband did not accompany his wife and step-daughter Friday. He apparently did have a D&D tournament this weekend to go to. And the Sister-in-law-to-be (that’s far too much typing. I shall refer to her as Drifty), told her sister (my GF) that she had to put parental controls on the cable television. Last month the Boy-Husband ran up $119 in pay-for-porn. Now, I’m not advocating anything kinky here, but Drifty is pretty easy on the eyes, and I have it on good authority that she is not inhibited. And I can understand a married guy dipping into the porn stash every now and then. But that’s just way too excessive.
And Saturday I destroyed a bit of the ecosystem. But the front of out house looks a lot better, so I’d say it evened out in the end.
Good morning, and welcome, frogger!
Sooo tired. I picked up Intellectual Husband at about midnight Friday. We went to the St. Laurence Market (one of, as he pointed out, the best ten markets in the world) and he practised his CN Tower Spotting Powers. He managed to identify it whenever it was visible. You can tell he’s a PhD candidate, for sure.
Spent almost all of Saturday walking around U of T campus with a grad student, and finding out about the program, then met Driving Husband and Quasi-Daughter for dinner. We came home, drank wine, and hung out. We found out the pros and cons (for him) of moving to Toronto, and waxed eloquent for hours about Toronto’s rich musical scene, our foodie paradise, and our wonderful parks.
Sunday was Mass, pizza, more chatting, driving around looking at real estate, and then work. My feet hurt. I think we walked about six miles on Saturday, with lots of standing around. He’s home now, and going to visit Notre Dame in a couple of weeks. We’ll know whether to start househunting for them by early April.
Today I’m off to work until eight, and then chores when I get home. I have found my danish pastry recipe, so I might make some this week. Great.
swampy was mentioned in the Fish on Friday thread in GQ, so he’d better do a vanity search when he gets back! 
Urgh.
Monday morning here was heralded by silence. Normally, I would find this pleasing, until I realized just how complete the silence was. No computer fans. No fridge running. No lights on anything. Nada.
The entire north side is blacked out, and the snow is still falling relentlessly. It was already to the top of my boots (cowboy variety) on the way to the bus. The office is about two-thirds full and pretty quiet.
Time to crawl back into my coffee mug and read s’more Dope.
I just hope you washed your hands (with soap and water) before posting.
Okay, MMP it is I guess. What Drae said about our attempt at lunch is correct. I was in Manhattan the night before, and I didn’t get there until 1:30, and apparently she left at 1:25. Ah well. Next Sunday we will definitely make it work because I won’t be spending the night in Manhattan before.
Oh, by the way, I’m posting this after just having 4 teeth removed, so I’m still rather out of it and I’ll probably end up falling asleep after this. Whoooo. Yeah. But first, before you get your yeast in a twist, here’s the first Baked Good of the Day …
My roommate is almost positive that we passed the bus you were on as we were leaving. Cruel irony.